ꨄChapter 61
it is true.
Tang Qiao woke up suddenly, she squinted her eyes, and asked, "Why are you here?" "
Just passing by by chance?" Shen Qideng raised his eyebrows lightly.
Tang Qiao sneered.
Shen Qideng hooked the corner of his mouth, turned over and jumped down from the tree.
The way he landed was light and neat, without making a sound, let alone waking up the people in the wooden house.
Tang Qiao looked at him quietly, and Shangguanping's evaluation of him suddenly appeared in his mind.
"What's the matter?" Standing in front of her, Shen Qideng asked with an inquiring look, "You don't seem to be on guard against me like you were during the day." "
No need." Tang Qiao said calmly, "The big competition has already started, and we will meet sooner or later." Fight."
Shen Qideng stared straight at her: "Do you know the result of my competition today?"
Tang Qiao: "I happened to see it."
Shen Qideng heard that, his eyes were brighter than before: "You also saw it ?”
Tang Qiao suddenly regretted answering this way.
She felt that the gaze of the sinking lacquer lamp made her a little uncomfortable.
"Know yourself and know the enemy, you don't understand this truth?" She shifted her gaze slightly, "You know how strong my desire to defeat you is."
She mentioned the word "desire".
Shen Qideng glanced at her.
He also has desires.
From the moment he saw her in the crowd today, the contradiction in his heart has been expanding, and the desire to defeat her is as strong as the desire to kiss her. The two desires are entangled and intertwined in his body, like a raging flame, which cannot be extinguished even in the dead of night.
So here he comes.
"It's a pity." Shen Qideng sighed softly, "I didn't see your competition."
Tang Qiao: "It's enough for you to know that I won."
"Really?" Shen Qideng tilted his head, the silver-white hairband hanging down softly, "But I don't want to miss yours..." He didn't
finish his sentence , suddenly leaned slightly, approaching Tang Qiao.
Tang Qiao was startled, and instinctively tensed up.
Shen Qideng lowered his head, maintained a bent posture, and sniffed her hair like a cat.
"Did you drink Tan Fengyue?"
He could actually distinguish the taste of Tan Fengyue.
Tang Qiao was a little surprised, but his face remained calm: "Yes. Is there any problem?"
"No problem." Shen Qideng's voice was very soft, and seemed to mean something, "It just reminded me of some special memories. "
Special memories...
Tang Qiao almost didn't have to think, and instantly remembered what happened to them in the Shen family's wine cellar.
This guy, wants to provoke her with this matter again?
